All Chapters of Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

That night, the air in Arga’s apartment felt heavy, as if every breath carried a weight too hard to lift. Vania sat on the edge of the sofa, her hands tightly clasped, fingers trembling. Her eyes stared blankly at the window, at the city skyline veiled in a haze of streetlights.Arga stood not far from her, body tense, still carrying the anger from the previous night’s chase. He watched Vania, who looked fragile, yet there was something sparking in her gaze—a fire beginning to ignite.“Vania…” Arga’s voice was low but firm. “I know this is hard. But I need you to trust me. We can’t keep running. Devandra will always find a way.”Vania closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When she opened them, they no longer seemed empty. There was a new light there.“Arga, I’ve hidden enough. Letting him control my life with fear ends now.” She looked him straight in the eyes. “I won’t be a shadow anymore. I will stand with you. No matter the cost.”Arga stepped closer, kneeling in fron

Since her encounter with Liora that morning, Vania’s heart had been in turmoil. The woman’s words clung to her like thorns she couldn’t pull out.“Are you truly capable of standing by Arga’s side in a war this big?”She tried to push the thought away, burying herself in work—arranging meeting schedules with journalists, reviewing Arga’s notes, double-checking the documents. Yet every time she paused, Liora’s voice echoed again in her head.As evening drew close, the apartment door opened. Arga walked in with a stack of folders in his arms, his face weary but brimming with determination.“Finally, it’s done,” he said, setting the folders down on the table. “These are from Adrian. Some records of Devandra’s illegal transactions—strong enough to reinforce our report.”Vania offered only a faint smile. “That’s… good.”Arga lifted his gaze at her. Normally, she would greet him with small talk, maybe even brew him some tea. But tonight, she just sat there, unmoving.“What’s wrong? You seem…

In a glass-walled room overlooking the glittering city, Devandra stood at the head of a long table. His fingers tapped lightly against the mahogany surface, a cold rhythm that made the men around him hold their breath.In front of him, a few subordinates lowered their heads, holding the latest reports. One of them dared to speak.“Boss, the rumors about Liora have started spreading among journalists. They’re curious about her connection to Arga.”Devandra’s lips curved into a thin smile. His eyes narrowed, like a snake catching the scent of prey. “Good. Keep pushing that gossip. Make it seem as if Liora is still Arga’s true love.”“Should we pay the major media outlets?” another asked, hesitant.Devandra lifted his crystal glass and took a slow sip. “No need. Just throw the bait. The media will devour it on their own. They’re starving for sensation.”Raga, standing a little farther back, finally spoke up. “But Dev, a rumor like this could be easily denied by Arga. Isn’t that too risky

The morning sky looked gloomy, though the sun had already risen high. Vania stood before the mirror, straightening her hair with trembling hands. The navy-blue blazer she wore felt heavier than usual, as if the fabric itself carried the crushing weight of gossip that suffocated her life.Behind her, Arga entered with a tense expression.“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was low, almost a whisper.Vania turned, her eyes filled with determination though unease lingered behind them.“If I keep silent, the rumors will only grow louder. They need to know I am not just a shadow.”Arga stepped closer, resting his hand on her shoulder.“I can face this on my own. You don’t have to bear it.”“But it’s me they’re attacking, Arga. Not you.” Vania’s gaze hardened, silencing him. “If I run away now, everyone will believe they’re right.”Silence fell. Arga let out a long breath before finally nodding.“Alright. But I’ll be by your side, no matter what happens.”---The press conference

The television studio blazed with dazzling lights. Crew members rushed back and forth, arranging the guest chairs, adjusting microphones, checking cameras. Off-screen, the online world was already waiting—ready to devour every word that would be spoken that night.Liora sat in the dressing room, her face flawlessly made up. Soft red lipstick, an elegant black dress—she looked untouchable, like a star. But in the wide mirror, she saw a different reflection: eyes full of hesitation.Her fingers twisted the hem of her skirt, cold and trembling.On the corner monitor, a news segment replayed Vania’s tense face from the recent press conference. The voice-over cut deep:> “Is Vania truly worthy of standing beside Arga? The public still doubts her resolve.”The broadcast paraded netizen comments as if they were ornaments:#LioraIsBetter#VaniaInsecureLiora inhaled sharply, her chest tight.---The dressing room door opened. Devandra walked in with a thin, chilling smile. His suit was sharp,